my pencils; I'm afraid to stick her in my ear.
James Joyce's whopper epic, Ulysses is waiting for me at my library
branch; I'm in the mood for an epic, but we'll see how far I get,
before I shelve it. (Elizabeth promised me a prize if I finish, hopefully
This is the last week of winter break for son #2; I am completely
ignoring the five foot iceberg of laundry that has grown on the
landing outside the Batcave.
My hair is in dire need of a trim; I'm starting to remind myself of
Benjamin Franklin. (we resemble dead presidents here at the manor)
The Christmas tree is still up and collecting dust; I think I'll go for
that "Miss Havisham's manor" look in Great Expectations, all I need
now is the wedding dress. (Besides, it's an imposter. I can leave it up
till Ground Hog's Day, if I want.)
So far today, I've had one clementine and one small bowl of
Cheerios; the last of the white chocolate-peppermint covered
pretzels are sending powerful subliminal messages through the
Think it's time for a nice big cup of tea to stave off the growlies; the
first week after the holidays is the hardest. Care to join me?